Got to Love That Curse!

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Mom and I sat in the small chairs provided and I watched as the fortune teller crooned her words to my mother, inviting her to stare with her into the crystal ball and concentrate with her on the future and the wishes she had and wanted to make come true. "Now that you have it clearly in your mind, speak your wish so we may both see!" she hissed.

"Oh, brother!" I said, louder than I meant to. I had wanted to come to the circus, but what nine-year-old kid wants his mother to chaperone him there? I had wondered at this of my mother, she had been in a funk ever since my dad died two years ago and had been drawing into a shell more and more, but the ad in the newspaper about the circus had awakened something in her, and now I knew what...they had a fortune teller! So now we were in a tent decorated in dark purple velvet, sitting at a small circular table with a crystal ball on it, while the fortune teller with bony fingers and shriveled face crooned her shtick. You'd think people in this year of 1949 knew better than to believe in fortune tellers! Yet here we were! "I want to see the other things at the circus while we still have time!" I whined.

"Hush, Douglas!" my mother said severely. She composed herself by staring in the crystal ball and said, "I want to get married again, show me the man I am to marry."

"Yeesh!" I said to myself, softer but I think the fortune teller heard for she hissed at me like a snake.

"The fog is lifting, and the future is revealing itself." After a fair pause, she said further, "You will remarry, and soon, it says, but the way it will happen is unclear." She raised up and said, "We must consult the cards. Another five dollars, if you please." That brought the money Mom was wasting on this fortune teller to fifteen dollars! We were living on the money Dad's life insurance policy left us and Mom was spending it on this?

Mom fumbled at her purse and I mumbled, "Can't be much of a fortune if it only costs you five dollars."

"The cards are fickle, young man, you would be wise not to toy with them," the fortune teller warned me. "They have been asked to speak your mother's fortune, but they might speak ill fortune on you at the same time. Be careful."

"Hogwash," I stated. "But go ahead, give Mom some false hope, she's paid for it."

"You're being very negative, Douglas," Mother chided me as she shuffled the cards the fortune teller gave her. She handed the cards back to the fortune teller who dealt them out face up on the table (she had removed the crystal ball while Mom shuffled) in a weird pattern, one card down, a second across it sideways, then one above it, one below it, one left, one right, then four in a row to its right and one to the left of it. Done, she peered at the cards.

"Your man is out there but he will not come to you, you must go to him," she said to my eager mother. "You must leave your house and go to places where you can meet him, attend shows, other events, always put on your best face and shine, and the right man will be drawn to you as you are drawn to him. Let your magnetism shine and he will be in your life and you will be happy."

Mom clapped her hands in glee and I said, "Can we go now?"

"Not so fast, young man!" the fortune teller said. "Now it is time for your fortune." She tapped the single card to the left. "This card is for you, it dealt itself to tell you your fate."

I started to look at the card but she covered it up with her hand. "It says that you have to be punished for your lack of faith." To my mother, she said, "You should leave, he must hear this alone."

"I'll be right outside, Douglas," Mom meekly said and got up and left. I tried to leave, but felt locked in my chair, alone with the ugly, withered woman.

"Go ahead, old hag, do your worst," I mocked her defiantly. a grinning black-haired, blue-eyed, toothy-grinning kid with one front (baby) tooth missing, egging her into losing her temper, but she kept her cool. If my hair had been blond, I would have looked like an older Dennis the Menace (the comics, not the TV show).

"It is not me, it is the fates who speak through the cards. You are henceforth cursed for a time, and the curse is this, your mother will seek out suitors, but as she seeks and finds men she likes, they will often not like her in return. When that happens, they will be drawn to you like a magnet, and when they find you, they will take you and make passionate love to you, whether you wish it or not. This will continue until your mother finds her true love as prophesied, then the curse will abate. By then, you should be convinced that there are more things in this universe than are taught in your school's curriculum."

"Oh, brother!" I groaned. "Tell it to the men in the white coats, lady, you are bonkers. I don't have to listen to this," I could now, and did, get up. "I'm out of here."

"You will believe!" her words chased me as I left the tent. "You will believe!"

"Can you hear that malarky!" I told Mom. "You shouldn't have listened to her."

"Nonsense!" Mom said. "She's right, I'm going to get out and start mingling, I've been in the house for far too long."

I tilted my head, her out of the house would mean less supervision for me. "Fine with me."

"Now, what would you like to see first?"

"The dancing girls?" I teased.

"Oh, Douglas!" Mom replied.

I used Mom's compliant attitude to visit every tent I found interesting (and usually was disappointed in what I saw, that mermaid was obviously a put-together fake) and we finally got the horn to come enter the big tent for the circus show. Mom invested in renting a pair of magnifying spectacles to let her get a better view of the performers and I wondered why, until I saw the acrobats on the high wire. Three men and a woman were up there in tights, the men were bare-chested and she was ogling them. How mortifying! I watched her and she was focusing on a man who was maybe in his latter twenties and wouldn't possibly have an interest in my thirty-ish mother! Mom is a pretty woman, I concede, but why would she want to get married to a circus acrobat? Well, I pondered, at least she was looking instead of moping, that had to count for something!

They whirled and jumped and twirled through the air as they swung from their trapezes and it was all very acrobatic and delightful to see, then they were done and I saw Mom lower her spectacles in almost disappointment. The clowns came out and cavorted around and I was kind of enjoying them when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a young woman who said, "Can you come with me?"

"Why?" I asked, sensibly enough.

"Ramon would like to see you," she said.

"Who's Ramon?" I asked.

"One of the acrobats," she answered carelessly.

"Ummm...okay," I agreed after Mom gave me the go-ahead. She was busily scanning the audience for possible husbands, I think.

The woman led me to a trailer, one of several that the circus people had set up to live in during the four days they would be here performing. "Just go on in," she said laconically and walked off.

Alone, I shrugged and opened the door. Inside was a sort of look you'd expect in a dorm room at college, clothes all about, a bed against one wall, a sort of kitchen against another with paper plates and plastic dishware, and lying on the bed was the handsome guy my mother had been checking out. "Are you Ramon?" I asked. "You wanted to see me?" He was still wearing his skin-tight tights; he must have asked for me to be brought here right after he left the tent.

I was finally seeing him up close and I have to admit that my mother had good taste! Ramon was as handsome as any movie star in a dark-and-good-looking sort of way, with his jet-black hair, dusky-toned skin, dark black eyes, Ramon must come from one of those Southern Mediterranean countries like Greece or Turkey or such, he oozed masculinity from his every pore. His upper body was hairless and glowed either from his sweat or body oil. His face was square jawed and firm, his demeanor was arrogantly masculine and confident, he knew that anyone who beheld him wanted him, and if he deigned to offer his body to them, they were grateful.

"Yes, you. I want you and I need you. Come, I shall make sweet love to you and you will delight in my arms." He rose from the bed as he said that and advanced on me.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I said and that was all I got out and then he had hold of me.

As soon as he touched me, it was like I had lost all my ability to control my body, and I was taffy in his hands. He peeled my clothes from me, without my attempting to stop him. When I was totally nude, he pushed me to where I was lying on the bed and he put his hands on his tights and untied the waist and then peeled them down from his body. I discovered the impressive bulge he had there was all his own package, no stuffing or cup was needed. He had been wearing slippers on his feet and he shuffled them off as he got close to them and he pulled the tights from his body and stood erect in more ways than one, naked. His cock was a beautiful arcing rod, uncut, a dark gray-brown tone, that was eight inches of beauty just like him.

I'm unsure how he did it (I was rapt from the sight of his bare body), he produced a tube of lubrication and began to slather it on his dong. "Now I shall love you, and you shall cry out in your passion like never before," he promised me.

His voice admitted no denial of that and I meekly said, "Okay."

He climbed atop me on the bed in his masterful way and he gripped my legs and held them high and he said, "Now I shall enter you and you will cry out in your pleasure! Prepare for the joy!"

Prepare? I'd never been fucked before, how did I prepare? I wanted to cry out and I couldn't! His cock touched my ass and I moaned, fearing and apologetic to the Fates that the old woman had invoked, I wasn't a disbeliever any more from that moment on. "I'm sorry!" I whispered in a voice so low nobody but Them could have heard me.

I don't know if the Fates heard me or the lubrication Ramon used was that good or he was as adept a lover as he claimed, but when he pushed his lubed-up cock into me, my body didn't hurt at all. Kind of like taking a dump, only in reverse, and in its own way, it felt just as good. Soft and giving and filling me up in a relaxed, good way. Ramon didn't pause as he pushed into me, he kept up a slow smooth insertion until he had imbedded the majority of his pud inside my ass and about halfway on its trip, he brushed a part of me inside that kind of lit up my world. I let out a long moan of "Ooooooooooooooooh!"

"Yes, it is good, is it not?" Ramon crooned in my ear, as he held me in his arms. "Now, I shall show you how well I can love you."

His hips began to move and his cock slid back up and back in and back out and back in and I was transported into a world of nothing but delights and joy, my view was only Ramon's strong, handsome face and body and it was all I needed to see. I gripped him in my own arms and my legs rose up to wrap themselves around his thighs and he smiled as he felt my body holding his and he sped up his movements and I moaned and held him tighter.

How can I explain that which is unexplainable. Every push into my body and every pull out was a totally different experience to me, I'm not sure how he did it, but I never felt quite the same thrill the same way twice in a row. This made his motions intensely better than if he had struck a monotonous series of identical thrusts and I gasped and moaned and grunted and groaned and he sighed as his own pleasure built up inside of him.

"Ahhhh, my little lover, my joy and my life," he whispered to me. "I have made love to many women, but you, you my young love, are better by far than any of them have ever been."

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, you're so good, so good, fuck me harder, faster, please!" I begged him. "I'm so close to coming, if you fuck me faster, I'll come!"

"So will I, young love, so will I."

"Then do it, do it, please!" I pleaded.

"I can and I shall."

He could and he did, he sped up and his hips were like a blur (I guessed, from the feel of the cock in my ass) and the feel of my ass from the cock sliding rapidly in and out of my ass, and I groaned loudly, "OHHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, OH, OH, OH, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!"

"HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH!" Ramon panted as his hips kept up their rapid attack.

"AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH!" I warbled as my orgasm built within me.

"HUNH-HUNH-HUNH-HUNH-HUNH-HUNH!" Ramon changed to slower but harder thrusts deep into my bowels.

"AHHHH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!" I shook and shivered in my small climax, and as I shivered, my world made a sea change in how it viewed love and men and women and how it mattered which was which. Love was love and the plumbing was incidental. I'd never look at it the same way again.

"GUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUHHHHHHH, HUH-HUHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!" Ramon orgasmed just as my own apex was beginning to shift into the descent and I was treated to the joy of feeling his hot masculine jizz squirting into me like missiles launching inside my intestines to explode upon impact with their destruction being in flowers of delight that enhanced my fading ecstasy and I viewed Ramon's face softened by his climax and I felt a kinship with him in that moment; he wasn't a heavy world-weary lover, he was a man exactly like I would be one day and the all-confident lover was a face he wore to woo his loves and in this moment it had come off and he was only a man in the heat of his desire and the vulnerability of his post-climactic lassitude. He lowered his face down to rest beside mine and I nuzzled him like I would a baby's face when holding him, reassuring him that the world wasn't as scary a place as he feared it was.

"Ahhhhhh, that was very good," he sighed. He raised up and said, "Well, I must make ready for my next appearance. Thank you for coming by."

He didn't have another appearance that I knew of. But I knew my marching orders. "Okay, thank you," I said and got up, pulled on my clothes and tried to kiss him goodbye, but he dodged my attempt. I guess the Fates were done with him. A bit miffed, but my ass well fucked, I went back into the circus to rejoin my mother.

"What did that woman want with you?" my mother asked as I settled gingerly into my seat.

"Just a performer in the show thought I was someone else," I fibbed to her, she nodded and I watched the rest of the show. Ramon did reappear in this, but he paid no attention to me.

Mom had taken the fortune teller's advice to heart about "getting out there" and the next night told me she was going to attend a play put on by the local amateur theatrical group. As she left, she tittered, "Maybe I'll meet a nice man there!"

Hoo-boy, I thought. Here we go again! I wondered if the curse worked long-range like this? I settled down to watch TV and waited to find out.

A knock at the door came some hour and fifteen minutes later. I answered it and found myself face-to-face with a strong blond-haired guy that couldn't have been more than twenty or so. God, Mom, I thought to myself, you're a regular cougar, aren't you? "Hello," is what I said. "What's your name?"

"I'm Shiloh," he said, extending a hand.

"I'm Douglas," I said. "Come on in."

"Thank you," he said and walked in. "I don't understand it, I just had to come here and, well, I came here to...." His voice wound down and he flushed, embarrassed.

"You came here to fuck me," I said. "You just have to do it, right?"

"Yeah. Does that make sense to you?" he asked me.

"All kinds of sense," I assured him. I was past my fear of these visits, especially with such a cute, bashful stud coming to see me. I reached out, caught hold of one big hand and said, "Come with me, we'll go to my bedroom."

More confidently, he walked behind me up the staircase and into my bedroom and locked my door behind us. "No need for that, Mom won't be home until...mph!" That grunt was because he had grabbed me and was kissing me real hard. His arms were around me and I was being held and his lips tried to bore through me, they pressed against mine so tightly.

"Let's take our clothes off and get in my bed," I breathed when I fought my lips free finally.

"Okay, sure," Shiloh said, panting. As he fought at his clothing, he said, "Douglas?"

"Yeah?" I was busy with my shirt buttons.

"I've never had sex before," he admitted.

"Huh?" I looked up.

"I've never done it before," Shiloh said again. "I don't know what to do, I'm afraid I might hurt you." This was 1949 and a male virgin in his early twenties wasn't as uncommon as you might think.

I smiled and said, "That's okay, I know." He smiled at that and we kept stripping down. When we were both naked, I handed him the tube of lubricant I had bought at the drugstore that day (Mom had told me of her evening plans and I had figured on an evening visitor) and said, "Now, rub this all over your dick, slick it up real good, while I lay down on the bed."

He did that, his cock was already standing up and rock hard, a nice pole around eight inches long, straight out and circumcised and the same color of pale tan as his body. His body as a whole was clean and well-muscled, Shiloh was a man of clean living and virtuous thoughts, no doubt, and I intended to keep our lovemaking as dignified and kind as I could.

I coaxed him into the right position and then urged him to push his cock into my ass, that took some persuasion, he felt guilty about it. I pointed out that he had come here to do just that and it would be best to simply do it and he could talk to his minister or whatever afterward. "I think you realize by now you haven't chosen to do this, I know that and you know that. So let's just relax and enjoy this."

"I guess so."

"Now, push your cock into me, nice and slow."

As gingerly as if he were pushing his hand into a nest of honeybees after their honey, Shiloh did that and I moaned as I felt his warm pud slipping into me. It was in its way better than Ramon's, for he shuddered and shivered as much as I did, his face softened at the very moment of pushing into me, his mouth opened and he was panting softly.

"Keep hold of yourself, we're barely started," I told him, smiling. "You're inside me now, now move back and forth slowly, and speed up as you get the rhythm of it under control. You want to last a while."

"I'll try," he panted. "God, this is so hot!"

"I know, but you need to be patient, the longer you wait, the better it will feel."

He began to move and that seemed to help his self-control, and I was able to wrap my arms and legs around him like I had Ramon, and he seemed to begin to tap into the ancient instincts that guide a man in how to fuck, and he was moving faster as the sexual need to get his rocks off began to take over his sensibilities and any ethical concerns.

"Mmmm, ohhhhh, oooooh, Shiloh, yeah, that's good, mmmmm, so good, you're a natural at this, yeah, oooh, oh, yeah, fuck me harder, faster now, mmmmm, yeah, good, yeah, oh, yeah, oh!"

"Ohhhhhh, I never felt like this before, it's so amazing!" Shiloh gasped. "I didn't know I could do this!"

"You never even played with your dick before?"

"Huh-uh, I was told I shouldn't touch it any more than I had to," Shiloh gasped. "Ohhhhh, I don't see why not, this is the best feeling in the world, ohhhhhh, I got to get more of this as much as I can, ohhhhh, mannnnn, ohhhhh, mannnnn, this is so great!"

"Yeah, oh, oh, Shiloh, I'm about to come!" I told him. "How are you doing?"

"I can do it soon as you want me to," he panted. "I been on the edge since I started." His self-control was astonishing, hearing that.

"Okay!" I said, shuddering. "Ram me faster and I'll shoot!"

"You got it, Douglas," Shiloh said and he managed to ramp up his thrusts.

I gave a long keening wail as he did that, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and my climax struck like a pole-axe in my brain, "KAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I was shaking and shuddering in his arms.

"Oh, God, you're coming!" Shiloh gasped, "My turn, now!" And with that comment, he let go of his control. "HAHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHHH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!"

His come load was huge, appropriate to a twentyish virgin, no doubt, he'd been saving it for decades and all of it was squirted into my ass in that moment, and my shuddering increased from the raw pleasure of my ass feeling all that hot virgin come!

Done finally, Shiloh crashed down on me with his full weight, and I bore up under it, for he was new at this and didn't know better, while he got his bearings, then I gently pushed at him and he let me push him off of me and he lay beside me with his chest heaving and said, "Man, that was really good."

"That's putting it mildly," I smiled at him and he grinned back at me. "But now you're done, you're going to want to go now, and I understand."

"Well...I don't understand why I needed to come here."

"I guess you deserve the answer to that." I told him about the curse I was under, then concluded, "so my mother saw you and thought you were cute and was attracted to you but you weren't to her, so the curse promptly sent you over to me as vengeance on me."

"You didn't seem to mind," he mused.

"Yeah, well, nothing says I have to hate being cursed."

He grinned at that and kissed me. "Well, at least I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Just give the women what you gave me and you'll do fine."

"Yeah." He rose and dressed and left and I did the same and went back to watching TV. Mom came back and seemed happier, but no boyfriend yet. "I think I'm going to shop for some new clothes tomorrow," she said. "Really get myself out there."

"I think that's a good idea." I agreed.

Mom's choice in clothing was a bit extreme, I have to say. She was out to show off her "assets" and the clothing did that in spades as they say. I bit my lip and hoped she didn't get into too much trouble learning how to date again. She had married Dad soon after getting out of high school so I couldn't fault her ignorance about how to date, and goodness knows I didn't have any advice to offer her.

She set out to storm the halls of iniquity that Saturday night. Me, I just waited, I figured that a visitor was inevitable.

The man who knocked on the door was a shock to me. Big, muscled and handsome of course, Mom's taste wasn't different in that, but this man was wearing black boots, blue jeans, a black leather jacket and the black cap that was the hallmark of a biker. We had a good number of these men around, veterans of the war who had come home and were still a bit wild around the edges. Some were downright dangerous and all of them were men you didn't want to mess with and steered clear of if you knew what was good for you.

This man wasn't the grizzled long-bearded type, he was clean-shaven and had a long, lean, sharp-jawed look that made you feel a bit faint that such a masculine man was standing looking at you like this man was looking at me. I looked at him and gulped.

"There you are," was how he introduced himself, and no more, he grabbed me and bodily pushed me over to the couch and down onto it. I realized then and there he planned to fuck me and if I wasn't ready for it, tough for me!

My lube! I had left it upstairs in my bedroom! "Have you...have you got any lubricant you can use?" I asked meekly.

He was working his belt open to get at his fly. "Fuck that. Get your pants off."

"But I need something to keep you from ripping me up," I begged him. "Can't you use something?" I was complying with his order to take off my pants, my shoes had been slipped off my feet already.

"Oh, I know what you can use," he growled. He was fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. He got them undone, pushed down his pants and then his jockstrap under it, and pulled out his whanger, a heavy-looking thing where the cockskin hung down from the shaft to the scrotal sac. The length was a bit shorter than my other two lovers, seven inches maybe, but it was uncut and looked none too clean. "You want it slicked up, why don't you suck it?"

What other choices did I have, I didn't want that thing shoved into me without some sort of help! "Okay," I said.

"So come and get it," he growled, as I got my pants wormed off and dropped them on the floor. Only my briefs and shirt remained on my body, plus my socks.

I got on my knees before this man and reluctantly stuffed his prick into my mouth. I had no clue how to suck cock but I didn't have to know, once my mouth was on his pud, he grabbed my head with both hands and began to thrust at my face with such roughness that all I had to do was hold on. And pour saliva on it, I had to remember in my misery, pour the saliva on or all this would be for nothing.

I slobbered in doing it and I guess that convinced him to let me go, I was choking back my coughing as it was when he pulled it out and said, "Okay, now I'm slicked up for you. Get back on the couch so I can fuck you."

I did, shivering but when I tried to get on my back, he snarled, "None of that lovey-dovey shit, I'm here to fuck you, not kiss you! On your hands and knees!" I complied and he put one knee on the couch and kept his other foot on the floor and that let him lever his spit-slicked prick into my ass. His horned hands gripped my buttocks and he began to slap at my butt-cheeks with a fast slapping frenzy that was anything but loving and gentle. If I hadn't been opened already by two prior gentler lovers, I might have been ripped apart, as it was, I was just treated to a rather uncomfortable experience.

I expected to not enjoy being ridden rough-shod as it were but the hot tool plugging me briskly and rapidly did its magic despite the foul treatment and I began to feel my pleasure rising in me despite me despising myself for the joy I was feeling. God, I was such a whore! Not my fault, damn that fortune teller and her cards and Fate anyhow!

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" I grunted.

"Yeah, take it you little cocksucker!" he grunted as he kept hammering at my ass. "Shit, you have a tight ass, good to fuck, yeah, hell, yeah!"

"Uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh!" I moaned, my passion building in me.

"Yeah, you're a hot little piece of ass, so fucking hot, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh!" he grunted as he kept fast-slapping my ass with his hips.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I groaned out.

"HAHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH, shut up!" he grunted.

"OHHHHH-OHHHH-OHHHHH!"

"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He jammed his cock in far as it would go and creamed heavily into my butt, and as he did, I shook in my own climax.

"OH-HOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out as I shuddered in my own joy.

"HUH-HUHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he finished up and held still, his cock still inside me.

"Ohhhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I sighed as my own joy ebbed and faded.

A moment of stillness and then he snorted in derision. "Fucking cunt!" He yanked out his cock, slapped me so hard I fell off the couch and onto the floor so hard, it hurt and began to fasten up his clothing again as he looked down on me, his face no longer handsome from the expression it wore. "Just a lousy piece of ass anyone can have, that's all you are."

"Fuck you," I said, but I waited until he was walking out the door. I don't think he heard me, I hope not.

Things kept going this way for a while, as you can imagine. My next one was the milkman, a new guy, the nephew of our regular guy, his first day on the job, filling in for his uncle who was out sick, my mom got a look at him and that was all it took, he showed up when he was done on his route and laid into me, he was cute and another too-young-for-mother sort.

The one after that was a guy Mom had met at a bar I guess, he was burly and good-looking and such, he laid into me with gusto and not much skill, but he wasn't such a bad sort once you got over his rather crude manners. Mom's eye was still wandering, I guess that was to be expected but it was kind of hard on my ass, you know.

This sort of thing kept going for about three months, Mom's excursions became less frequent but more discretionary. Finally, she went out and I didn't have a visitor. I waited and waited but nobody, until she came home. "How did things go, Mom?" I asked her as calmly as I could.

"Oh, Douglas, it was just wonderful. I met this man named Gregory, he's recently widowed and has a young daughter about seven years old, but we met and talked and ate dinner at this very nice restaurant and then went dancing and oh, it was just...just wonderful!"

I looked at her eyes and knew it was love. And the curse was over at last. "I'm very happy for you, Mom." I told her sincerely. "I hope you'll be happy with Gregory."

I knew my ass was hoping so, anyhow!